limping in the way
small talk poetry

grateful for small mercies
a half song

forever left
unfinished...

a zig zag road
******* in knots

switchbacks
dead ends

a long straight
into the distance

one foot
then another.

Love is not easy to find.
Sometimes you think you have,
But that's not true.
You try your hardest to make it work,
But the puzzle pieces just won't click.

Sometimes it's not the right person,
Sometimes not the situation's prime.
A mismatched dance, a broken beat,
Lost in the rhythm of time.

You pour your soul, you give your all,
Only to watch the fragile dream fall.
Yet in the quiet of a fading day,
You learn to gently walk away.

“When I die,
return me to nature.
I don’t want to be in a wooden hug,
that’s as dead as I’ll be.
I want my hands gripping grass,
and my lungs filling with dirt.

Don’t give me flowers,
if they’re not planted
on my last blanket.

One day I’ll die,
until then, I’ll enjoy
every second of being.”

A.V.

Life is full of empty words
You meet them everyday
Real sentiments are often missing
Despite what their owners say;

Condolences and compliments
Are often voiced with falseness
Just made to follow the norm
Of courtesy and correctness;

Better to prefer the silence
Of genuine heart-felt feelings
Than empty words of shallowness
Forgotten after a few meetings